It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don’t know the people who will feed me

Frank O’Hara, “The Day Lady Died.”  (via thessaly)

Instant reblog for any and all O’Hara.